Let's Go To The Beach Tonight
alllll day I've been like "Facebook Facebook email? Facebook."
THERE ARE MILLIONS IN THE OCEAN YOU HAVE NOT KNOWN
a play.
Me: Facebook Facebook email? Facebook.
Facebook: Hey, hey kid.
Me: (gasps)
Facebook: Hey kid - check out all your pictures again. There are only 464. Maybe you should go through all of them again, huh? What say?
Me: Gee, I don't really know if that's a good-
Email: (notification sound)!
Me: Ooh, a email!
Facebook: Wait, come back!
Email: An email.
Me: Come back why? I'll be back in like, one second.
Email: hurry up, I think I'm getting another message soon!
Facebook: No just come back now!!
Me: Facebook can you please chill out? JUST CHILL OUT FACEBOOK
Facebook: aAAAAAAAAAaaaaa!!
Email: Serial, just look at the message. You'll forget you got one soon.
Me: I won't forget. Hey, you just chill out, too, okay email?
Facebook: (still screaming)
Email: (whine whine blah blah)
Me: WHOA EVERYBODY JUST CALM THE FUCK DOWN
Email: It's just a letter from your opera teacher. She wants to mail you your term paper, like you asked.
Me: yeah, like four weeks ago.
Email: Just email her your mailing address and she'll send it. Oh my God this is going to be so much fun.
Me: Okay whatever.
Facebook: (quietly) uhhhh, Becky?
Me: Let's see, "dear professor henson"? No, what about like, "hi, here's my" no wait that's dumb. How did she start her letter?
Facebook: (slightly louder) ummmmmmmmmmmm Becky? Becky?
Me: What, facebook?
Facebook: (screaming) SERIOUSLY PLEASE COME BACK I THINK SOMEONE JUST WROTE ON YOUR WALL PLEASE JUST COME LOOK
Email: I'm afraid that's quite impossible. I would've known. I would've alerted her.
Me: I don't know, sometimes those emails take a few minutes
Email: (notification sound)! Oh, boo-yah!
Facebook: See? I told you.
(Becky picks up computer and practices heaving it towards window)
Email: Hey, what are you doing? What are you doing?
(Becky throws it through glass)
Facebook: Don't you want to see who wrote on your (falling volume) waaaaaaaaaaallllllllllllll-
Becky: Looks like that's that. (Becky notices cell phone on desk)
Cell Phone: I just love you, that's all.
fin!
This room where I live? It's a GOLDMINE. a burgundy satin goldmine.
THERE ARE MILLIONS IN THE OCEAN YOU HAVE NOT KNOWN
a play.
Me: Facebook Facebook email? Facebook.
Facebook: Hey, hey kid.
Me: (gasps)
Facebook: Hey kid - check out all your pictures again. There are only 464. Maybe you should go through all of them again, huh? What say?
Me: Gee, I don't really know if that's a good-
Email: (notification sound)!
Me: Ooh, a email!
Facebook: Wait, come back!
Email: An email.
Me: Come back why? I'll be back in like, one second.
Email: hurry up, I think I'm getting another message soon!
Facebook: No just come back now!!
Me: Facebook can you please chill out? JUST CHILL OUT FACEBOOK
Facebook: aAAAAAAAAAaaaaa!!
Email: Serial, just look at the message. You'll forget you got one soon.
Me: I won't forget. Hey, you just chill out, too, okay email?
Facebook: (still screaming)
Email: (whine whine blah blah)
Me: WHOA EVERYBODY JUST CALM THE FUCK DOWN
Email: It's just a letter from your opera teacher. She wants to mail you your term paper, like you asked.
Me: yeah, like four weeks ago.
Email: Just email her your mailing address and she'll send it. Oh my God this is going to be so much fun.
Me: Okay whatever.
Facebook: (quietly) uhhhh, Becky?
Me: Let's see, "dear professor henson"? No, what about like, "hi, here's my" no wait that's dumb. How did she start her letter?
Facebook: (slightly louder) ummmmmmmmmmmm Becky? Becky?
Me: What, facebook?
Facebook: (screaming) SERIOUSLY PLEASE COME BACK I THINK SOMEONE JUST WROTE ON YOUR WALL PLEASE JUST COME LOOK
Email: I'm afraid that's quite impossible. I would've known. I would've alerted her.
Me: I don't know, sometimes those emails take a few minutes
Email: (notification sound)! Oh, boo-yah!
Facebook: See? I told you.
(Becky picks up computer and practices heaving it towards window)
Email: Hey, what are you doing? What are you doing?
(Becky throws it through glass)
Facebook: Don't you want to see who wrote on your (falling volume) waaaaaaaaaaallllllllllllll-
Becky: Looks like that's that. (Becky notices cell phone on desk)
Cell Phone: I just love you, that's all.
This room where I live? It's a GOLDMINE. a burgundy satin goldmine.
posted by Becky at 1:04 PM
1 Comments:
I love your techno-play, Becky. I laughed out loud at work...on my deserted floor. It was sort of creepy.
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